At the blacksmith shop in Winterfell, Jon Snow is instructing the blacksmith to put the finishing touches on a rapier's sword. Grinding and polishing is to ensure that the blade of the sword is free of burrs. If there is a burr, it will affect the smoothness of the sword blade, and it will be difficult to extract it after piercing the human body. It is also more difficult to clean up after being stained with blood, and oiling is to prevent rust. In the days when there was no stainless steel, the people of Winterfell used animal fat to prevent rust. A good sword needs to be able to penetrate the human body and pull out without dripping blood, which requires polishing a smooth sword body and maintaining and oiling to achieve it.

If the sword is stained with blood, the iron ions in the blood react with the sword body, and the sword body will quickly rust, and before you realize it, an expensive iron sword will already be rusted in the scabbard and cannot be pulled out.

The exception, of course, is the spell-blessed Valyrian steel, a low-level magic weapon that defies the sky. The strength and hardness are outstanding. Not only is it lethal to the ghosts, but the anti-rust effect is also extraordinary. Yes, Valyrian steel does not rust.

Jon certainly didn't have that much money to make a Valyrian steel rappier, so he had to carefully instruct the blacksmith to polish and oil it, and add excellent quenching skills. Such an iron sword, if properly maintained, can also be used for many years.

"This sword is for going to the Great Wall?"

A slightly flirtatious question rang out behind Jon, who turned his head to reveal a tall, blonde man standing behind him, James Lannister, the Queen's twin brother.

"I already have one." Jon patted the saber at his waist.

"Well, yes, have you ever used a sword?" Jaime nodded nonchalantly and continued to ask.

"Of course I did." Jon wondered why this Lannister was asking, but he could feel that this Lannister was different from the dwarf Lannister he had seen the other night, this one was more rude and aggressive, really like a lion with its claws bared and teeth dancing, strong, proud, and energetic.

"I mean on people, boy." Jaime smiled evilly, revealing a murderous aura that only anyone who had ever killed.

"You know, it's really strange that humans are creatures, and when you cut the sword into the human body, you realize that people are just a bunch of blood and flesh together, at most, plus a few bones to support it."

Jaime was confident when he said this, as a royal guard who went to the battlefield to kill people more than ten years ago, he had killed countless people. The most famous person he ever killed was the last king of the previous generation---- the last king of the House of Targaryen---- the Mad King Aerys.

"Oh, let me thank you for helping us defend us against threats beyond the Wall, Savages, Strangers, creatures like that." Jaime stretched out his right hand, took Jon's right hand, and shook it enthusiastically, if it weren't for his flirtatious smile and nonchalant tone, Jon would have thought he meant it.

"We are grateful to have a good and strong person like you to protect us." After playing Jon, Jaime patted him on the shoulder like an elder and turned away satisfied.

"We have protected the kingdom for more than 8,000 years, and we don't need you to thank you." Jon shouted unconvinced at Jaime's back.

"Oh? Now you call yourself that, is it appropriate? Jaime turned and looked at the Stark bastard with amusement, he and Ned Stark had never been much of a match, and now it was surprisingly funny to play with his son.

"You've already taken the oath?" Jaime looked at Jon sarcastically.

"The oath will be taken soon."

"Salute the Night's Watch for me, I think you must be thrilled to serve in such an elite legion, right? What's more, even if you're not excited, you don't have a choice. Jaime spread his hands, shrugged his shoulders, smiled and turned away.

In the castle, in Arya's room, Bran is slumped in Arya's bed watching Arya pack her luggage. Hehe, the young lady's bed is just comfortable. He stayed in Arya's room, waiting for Jon to deliver a gift to Arya, as he had a gift for Jon as well. Unexpectedly, Sister Mordan came over and checked Arya's luggage, saying that it was too messy and asked Arya to rearrange it. Bran didn't say anything about this, it stands to reason that as the daughter of the duke, Arya is also a noble lady, it is not surprising that there are several maids, and it is not Arya's turn to tidy up by herself, but the Stark family, they have never seen such a creature as a maid, and some are just the maids brought by their mother Catherine, and now the nun and the old grandmother, the children of the Stark family, have always lived on their own.

Arya was angrily throwing her clothes on the bed one by one, folding them up and putting them in the suitcase, it should be said that she was worthy of a girl, there were so many clothes unexpectedly. Stuffed into the medieval version of the suitcase that was still crudely made, it was strange not to crumple, and Bran thought that Arya had escaped without clothes and was alive and well, and Bran hadn't seen Arya wear them once. "Hey, hey, hey, why don't you help me too, I've been slumped there, and I'm not as useful as Nymeria." Arya said to Bran grumblingly.

“NO，NO，NO。 My dear sister, as a gentleman, how can I hold my own sister's clothes with my hands. ”

"So, as a gentleman, you can collapse on your sister's bed?"

Arya's rather cute glance at Bran.

The door was open, and Jon saw this scene when he arrived in Arya's room with his freshly drawn rapier. Arya turned her head to see Jon come in, and seemed to have found her heart, and complained loudly to him.

"Sister Modan asked me to rearrange it, and she said that my clothes were not folded well, who cares if they are folded or not, anyway, sooner or later it will be a mess." Well, this is indeed true, the original suitcase for this kind of clothing was not fastened with a rope, and the suitcase was placed in a bumpy carriage, and it was estimated that it would have to be rearranged almost once a day.

"Well, I'm glad you still have a helper." Jon wasn't referring to Bran, who was lying there, but to the wolf Namelia.

"Look at it." Arya had the heart to show off, "Nymelia, gloves. ”

"Huh?" Nemelia tilted her head very facelessly, as if asking, what are you doing in Xue.

Well, the chain fell off at the critical moment. Arya was embarrassed, shouted at the little wolf again, and winked. The little wolf still looked at Arya cutely, pretending not to understand.

"I've got something for you, go close the door."

"Hey, do you have a gift?" Arya's eyes lit up instantly.

"What kind of gift, do you have my share?" Bran knew of course that Jon had given Arya a rapier, and Bran wondered what Jon, a good brother, would give him.

"Your gift has been placed in your room, go get it yourself later." Jon looked at his brother, who was wise but still childish, with amusement.

Jon pulled the sword out of the soft cloth, the scabbard was made of soft gray leather, and Jon slowly drew the sword so she could take a closer look at the metallic sheen of the blade. "It's not a toy," he warned. "Be careful, don't cut yourself."

Arya took the sword and looked at it excitedly. "It's so small."

"It's a good match for you, I asked the blacksmith to create this sword, which is used by the assassins of the Pantos continent. Although it cannot cut off human heads, it can easily stab enemies to pieces if it moves fast enough. ”

"I'm fast." Arya said.

"You have to practice every day, how about it, does it feel comfortable?"

"I think it's okay." Arya replied.

"Lesson one," Jon said, "stab the enemy with the pointed end."

"I know it's time to stab people on that side." Arya gave Jon a blank look.

"You know which side to stab, but can you keep it?" Bran interjected on the side, "Sister Modan checks your luggage every day, how long can you hide this rapier?" ”

"What then?" Arya said with a frown, and Jon glanced at Bran and smiled, "Then it's up to Bran to figure it out." ”

"No problem, leave it to me, Addo is carrying my weapon case, your rapier can be placed in my weapon case, no one will care about an extra rapier." Brand's big bag was packed. "Also, this is my gift to you." With that, Bran pushed the half-man-tall box to Jon.

Jon opened the box and found it a suit made of unknown materials, and to Jon's surprise, it was something else, a Valyrian steel sword.